Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

She manages two steps, slow and painful. Everything hurts to move but she knows she needs to get out of here. The gravity hasn’t quite settled in with a hazy mind, still trying to blink in the absence spaces in her head. A shaky, sob of a breath escapes her as her weak limbs put her one more step forward the moment the devil speaks up. 

You’ll fall and die.

The voice triggers something in her and she shivers, a chill rippling down her spine. It latches on to what’s left and feeds its way into her mind. Her head swings in the direction of the voice as if she’ll see him. She isn’t sure she’s looking in the right place. Her entire body trembles from pain and the overwhelming reality creeping up on her.

”What did you do to me?!” she shouts, but winces as the pain doubles from shouting. Her head throbs and sudden movements shake the empty space, causing it all to rattle and grate her nerves. ”What is wrong with you!” she bellows, feet frozen in place. She doesn’t know if she believes what he says, that if she falls she’ll die. Did she nearly go off a cliff? Ocra swings her head away, as if to “look” around her, then she half snarls, half cries over the frustration. Whether she falls now, or later, she’s going to die. Without someone to aid her, she’ll never make it, but she can’t let him take anything else from her.